The Greek dark-rock creator Θάνος Ανεστόπουλος (Thanos Anestopoulos) through Inner Ear Records releases the posthumous eponymous LP on the 12th.
A ten track album of rolling dark clouds which fill the room with a dour melancholia as a rich baritone and crunchy instrumentation mold around one another and the listener finds themselves completely transfixed by the superlative voice as it seeps hypnotically in to the mind.
An experienced musician, who died last year, so this will be the first and last feature, sadly, with a catalogue dating back to early this decade, though sparse of releases, it is always a delight to be transported in to the world of Θάνος Ανεστόπουλος.
The third of the songs on the LP (which is available on bandcamp) is Θυμάμαι (I Remember).
Παύλος Παυλίδης (Pavlos Pavlidis) & B-Movies -Μια Πυρκαγιά Σ’ Ένα Σπιρτόκουτο (A Fire In A Matchbox) – Vinyl
From the dozen tracks on the album, the second Έλα Κοντά Μου (Come Close To Me), floats around the room in a surprisingly up-tempo canter, given much of the previous material. The combinations of electronics and strings weave around each other akin to oil and water, being brought together by the distinctive vocal allowing Παύλος Παυλίδης & B-Movies to generate intensity of passion with the brief, just under three minute, composition.
The Greek summer-rock quintet Daphne And The Fuzz will be releasing their eponymous début LP on the 18th.
Daphne And The Fuzz
As I often mention music is of a moment.
From the ten track album (available via Inner Ear Records on bandcamp) the opener Burn Down Your House.
Daphne And The Fuzz are able to cut across the calamities which have beset Greece for many a year and are still being felt, in a world which prefers to consider refugees fleeing privation and loss of life as someone else’s problem and a good reason to further turn back on a citadel of civilisation, who despite their own difficulties seek out a helping hand to those in need with diaphanous reaching arms.
Were I fleeing from Afghanistan, Eritrea, Syria or elsewhere I would feel as I heard Burn Down Your House a welcoming beacon to which to head the sinking raft.
Much of the music I feature from Greece, quite correctly, espouses of the inner turmoil of bureaucratic battalions, it is of equal prescience to find a band looking outward to others extending supporting contemplative, wrapped in bitter contemplative of the currency of their fellow populace.